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2010 Poetry Theme Challenges#Out of this World |
I came across the poem below and others by Scott Speck, and being a sci-fi nut I found them a real pleasure to read.
It also got me thinking there doesn't seem to be a lot of science fiction in poetry, even my own work rarely touches
one of my favourite genres so this challenge is a must do for all Trekkies and Dr Who fans. The theme is science
fiction, (Out of this World).
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Out Of This World
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Divena CollinsThe beauty of the Dawn On a perfect clear morn As it rises above earths clouds; Like ripples in the sea Clouds appear to me As soft as cotton shroud; To fly beyond blue skys This magical moment high Of this Earth my heart is proud. To fly high in the skies Shows morning in disguise While the dreams of poets flow; Upon a red canvas dawn Artisitic words are drawn From the beauty it doth show; To captivate the mind Years past we were once blind If we never flew, who would know.  ----- Maiden And Unicorn Deep in a forest, where fantasies reign Way back in the midst of medieval times, There dwelt a maiden, with hair of gold, And her father was king of the realms, Her beauty known throughout the lands, But her only love was a mythical beast, That only she, being a virgin, could tame. A mythical Unicorn, roamed the earth This beast of beauty with untold grace, And finest coat, of the purest of white, But alas! was hunted, for his magical horn, Once believed to have medicinal powers, And only this virgin could tame the beast So they used her, for the beast to lure. One stormy day, in this time of great myths Deep in the heart, of the forest clearing, In the wind, the rain, and mystical mist, Sped a magnificent white, tamed Unicorn With the virgin maiden, astride his back, Leaping the arch of a shadowed rainbow, Carrying her far, beyond the azure skies. Oh how they sped through starlit skies, Past whirl wind holes, to the milky way, Breath of foam, from his nostrils blew He paced the universe to reach their goal, Through comets, fire and shooting stars. In another galaxy to a world unknown To planet Auriga, where Unicorns roam. The beautiful maiden held tight his mane, She entered his world of myth and lore. Where Unicorns dwell in a land of love, Wild and free, in their magical fantasy, Mystic moons surround the vast domain, As cool rivers flow with running water, In planet Auriga, the Unicorns home. She somehow knew that she did belong, To this land of love and peace within. Far from her fathers hunters of horn. She remained on the planet Auriga When Earths clouds float gently by Picking out shapes within your eyes, She rides. on the back of her Unicorn.  ----- Up And Beyond She shall fly thro` clouds on high Upon a magical carpet of satin To follow the geese thro` the sky. Into this mystical haven so fair With beautiful fragrant flowers Woven as ribbons within her hair Violets blossom from the bower. Her silent dreams showed the way Dense the mist thro` fluffy clouds Voices from guardian angels say Soft as a whisper they did provoke Go back, go back where you belong Your place is not here they did evoke Down to earth from up and beyond.  back to list |
Ryter RoethicalA man alone in outer space The first to hear the ultimate silence And to see darkest night, With the brightest stars From outside his craft He is not the last, but he was the first How I envy that man, Not because he was the first But because he walked in outer space Because he has been in outer space. If he had died he would still have gone He nearly did, but he lives on. ----- Juno The woman from the stars Talks with the man from mars. The jealous sun hides his face, Knowing he can't have her But he can't help but care. But she is from outer space How can she love the sun? His life has just begun, Eternity has no place.  ----- The Tale Of A Spaceman This is the tale of a spaceman Who as yet has been given no name. Names aren't needed when you fly alone And have no parents you can claim. Living and brought up by robots Who teach you the rules of life's game. He's the master of a human cargo spaceship The survivors of a world gone wrong. On a journey to a light years distant planet To a world he could never belong. For he and all the spacemen like him Could never live that long. So a group of people were specially chosen, Who would control things aboard these ships. Ships that contained a world's population Less the ones the selectors chose to skip. Like the poor, and the uneducated nations, And religions not welcomed on this trip. No one would ever dare speak out, Lest their name be missed from the draw, For the people that run this lotto Were beyond the grasp of the law. And the older and infirm have to stay behind That is seen by some as a flaw. The years of first settled are seen to be hard Of that no one could ever doubt. But remember the other pilgrims Who kicked the local natives out. They'd saved them, and help them survive And for that, were given a clout. Other nations were seen as no different And in fact were probably worse, For all their territorial acquisition Was controlled by a powerful purse And was wondered could this new future End up being far worse. Realising the history of humankind The young spaceman sat thoughtfully in his seat Pondering the past and thinking of the future, Realising the human being's conceit. Pushed the button and the spaceship exploded And all traces destroyed by the heat. back to list |
John WillowdownMercury calling! we hear you are having trouble licking your governments into shape. Hard-line capitalists are camped out on the Hill and religious Fundamentalists are broadcasting garbage from high-tech toilets; superstition and greed are rife - half of South Africa is on strike and a well-known television evangelist is diddling the President's wife. People are dying daily and national sport teams are taking bribes - it isn't cricket! Once here on Mercury we were in almost as much disarray as you in fact things got so bad that terrorists had to be made to take a ticket and form an orderly queue to get a chance to blow up their targets. Oh you could buy a hand-held thermo-nuclear device in every open or high street market but try to get a decent detonator? Forget it! You remember all that sun-spot activity in the sixties? That wasn't really sunspots but a clearence sale at Woolworth's on our planet's darkside. Oh you think that this is a hoax: that Mercury is either too hot or too cold to sustain any form of life? Well, you're very nearly right... Once we had rainforests and great oceans (admittedly they were rather hot) but like you we couldn't get our act together. Our seas all boiled our linen was soiled our government stank the President drank so much he drowned and the Mercurian equivalent of Madonna was elected Queen of the World because nobody could think of anyone better. Things were dour but then one day everybody had just had enough (it was about the time Madonna and Kylie's Greatest Hits Together Volume Five came out) and got together to talk it over. When we got tired of talking we sent out for pizza and drank pepsi cola but we were determined to arrive at a solution before our planet was destroyed or we became too full of gas. Now we are the most enlightened planet in the Solar System (although we still drink too much cola). If we are the Top Dog in the cosmological order of things you guys are definitely the Dumb Ass! Listen up, Earth dudes, either realise that all things are one or like us, you'll almost become toast. OK that's our good deed for the day... we're all off now to our one remaining coast for a barbie. If you're still here when we get back we'll tell you where all the Dodo's went and what to do with all your bananas that are bent. back to list |
Nia WynneOh this romance amongst the planes Of space and thoughts shared with the stars, Yet another science of hearts lanes Which drives us to toast to loves arts. Surely the cyber waves carry The same juxtaposed beat to breath, Hand to mouse we shared, then tarry There in hopes that love won't find death. Oh this romance amongst the planes Is our best star ship Enterprise Yet side by side we'll ever feign To dance the dance, for loves our prise. Not a trip to Alpha Centauri But a place not yet on the maps, A finer train to ride glory The sunrise valued more than baps.  back to list |
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